Foment Ferment

Intricacies divert idle vintners 
borne on vine, the diner's bind
spines books to the edge of the
woodsmoke cabinet glass

Withering crooks fade away
one bereft theft at a crime
spotted, clotted, and jotted
in a clarified smotebook

Be like butter, they say
to water, for solids
chase liquids until
they escape, gas

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